
Who Brought the First Rose?
谁带来了第一朵玫瑰
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 173k Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
51Chapters
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Reader comments 29
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Wives, check out the pre-release of "The Pearl Is Only Me": Yan Wanyun was raised by the wrong child since she was a child. When her grandmother died when she was ten years old, she was taken back to the Song family, whom she had never met. My parents are busy and don't come home often. Fortunately, her brothers and sisters at home were very kind to Yan Wanyun and never wanted her to be wronged. Even the young master Song Wenting, who had been hugged by the wrong person, came over and pinched her little face: "Although we were born on the same day, I am a few minutes older than you, so you have to call me brother." The little girl timidly called her brother, and for the next eight years, she studied with her brothers and sisters. Song Wenting was at the same level as Yan Wanyun. He loved his sister the most and would never let anyone bully her. The classmates joked: "Anyway, Wan Yun is not your biological sister, so you might as well get married in the future!" Yan Wanyun's face turned red instantly. But she had always known that she would not like Song Wenting. Just as she was about to speak, her eldest brother Song Min, who came to pick her up, stepped out of the black Maybach, his distant and dignified eyebrows raised, and everyone fell silent. "Get in the car." He looked at the two of them calmly. Yan Wanyun looked at her elder brother's cold and hard profile, and her heart trembled, thinking, if you want to like him, you have to like him like him. On the eve of leaving the country at the age of eighteen, Yan Wanyun got drunk. Song Min took the driver to pick her up and stopped her a lot. After Yan Wanyun returned, she ran to the wrong door in her pajamas and stumbled onto the bed. When she was half asleep, Song Min came back wearing a bathrobe and wanted to take her back to her room. However, Yan Wanyun boldly raised her hand and grabbed her brother's collar to prevent him from leaving. They were nose to nose for a moment. Song Ye's eyes were filled with darkness, but Yan Wanyun hooked her arms around his neck and called softly: "Brother." The next moment, the back of her head was clasped hard by the palm of her hand, and she was forced to accept a kiss. She opened her eyes wide and heard Song Min's hoarse voice: "Wanwan, don't overestimate a man's self-control." "I'll give you three seconds, get out of my room now." Yan Wanyun has been abroad for five years and has never returned home for some reason. No one mentioned it again. It wasn't until Yan Wanyun returned to China that she reunited with her eldest brother at the negotiating table opposite her at the meeting she was delivering. She explained the project vividly and was in tit-for-tat confrontation with Song Min. Everyone was applauding equally, but they didn't see Song Min blocking people in the stairwell after the meeting. Yan Wanyun's beautiful and fair chin was forced to lift, leaving red marks on her fingertips. The voice of the person in front of him was cold, but his strength was terrifying. He asked hoarsely. "Who did you think I was on the day we kissed?" *Pseudo gk, the male protagonist is an adopted son and has no blood relationship with the female protagonist *The two of them did not cross any boundaries before becoming adults.
Thanks for the limited fee. It's great! Confession to the author
Wuli baby, don't call me senior brother or sister when we are all together. It's awkward and difficult to pronounce. Every time you say a sentence, you use the sentence "senior brother/junior sister". It really doesn't look like a normal conversation, it's very unnatural (not a writing guide, just my personal thoughts~)
Why should I return the favor to my senior fellow apprentice? It's so outrageous! (Smirk)
My husband is really good at writing. 🥺 Eating such a sweet meal early in the morning The world is so beautiful 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 Husband, I want to follow Ni forever!!!
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Very beautiful words, super nice
Congratulations on the completion! I dream of a wedding for you two tonight (=^▽^=)
Congratulations on the completion ~ Check in and spread the flowers ~ I followed my wife all the way and I really like my wife's writing style. The relationship between Yiyi and Huaixu is very delicate. Although there are ups and downs, it is still a sweet love overall. In fact, I think Huai Xu is the hope in Yiyi's life more than the two-way redemption, and he brings Yiyi back when facing the nightmare again. Moreover, Huai Xu is really a successful person in career and love. His guidance of Yi Yi and Yi Yi's help to Huai Xu, making up for the lack of security between both parties, are really attractive to me. They meet in a sea of people, and they can fall in love again after forgetting. They have an indescribable sense of fate, as if they should have each other in their destiny. The sudden sourness makes the love between the two young people even more precious! Looking forward to my wife's next article!
Congratulations on the completion! Sprinkle flowers~ (Yesterday's worries were so unnecessary, damn it